Sunday, July 6, 2014

Ironman Coeur d'Alene - Bike and Run

The bike

Once I exited the swim, I experienced the joy of wetsuit strippers and then easily found my bag for T1 and
headed to the women’s changing tent. What a scene!A volunteer directed me to a chair where "my" volunteer helped me out (I hope to say more about the volunteers
at some point – they may have been one of the BEST things from an
organizational and emotional standpoint about the entire day).I planned on a full change of clothes and am
still glad that I made that decision because I wanted to be comfortable on the
bike.I have NO idea what I was doing in
transition for 16 minutes however!Of
all the parts of the day, that is the only one where I can say “I wish I
could do X differently”.But, I also think that I
took a long time because I was pretty cold coming out of the water and I wanted to collect my thoughts and make sure that I had everything before I set
out on the bike.So, 16 minutes later, I
was finally ready to ride!

FINALLY getting my bike from transition!

Michael and I had driven the bike course on Friday, and I
had ridden the shorter segment on Saturday morning, so I was somewhat familiar with it. The course is basically 2 segments – one
shorter one and then a longer one, both out-and-backs that we repeated.On another day, I think that I
would enjoy the course, you know, if I were riding 112 miles just for fun!As I started the bike leg, I was still happy that I
had survived the swim and moved on, so I really did not think much about the
reality of riding 112 miles.I broke it
up mentally, knowing that I’d be good for 56 miles (a half-iron distance), and
then I’d hit special needs and then it would be a mere 60 miles more or so
after that.My pie-in-the-sky goal was
sub-6:50, possible on an ideal day.Sunday, however, was not that day!

Riding along the lake

The first 16 miles or so were pretty fun – they took us
through town, which was really great with all of the spectators lining the
streets and cheering for us, and then we rode along the lake – this was mainly flat with a few easy
rollers.The real work began around mile
18 or so when we started the first real climb, into a headwind.If I had thought about the bike course
during the swim, I would have confronted the reality of a windy ride, but
I pushed that thought away whenever it crept up, telling myself to focus on the
bike when I got to the bike.Well, I got
the bike, and the wind was brutal for one section – basically, miles 20-40
or so.I just put my head down
and tried to stay steady, but I did worry about two things:a. getting enough food and drink - it is hard
for me to take in calories in those conditions; b. what if we had a head wind
coming back into town too?!

Once we hit the turnaround and there was a nice tailwind
(duh), I settled in and tried to get in calories, hydrate, keep a faster pace
and enjoy this part of the course!Riding back through town, I saw my ‘spectating crew’, which was a nice
surprise and really lifted my spirits.At that point, I also knew that my sub-7 goal was definitely
out-of-reach, but I decided to focus on finishing the second lap as strong as I
could.

Coming back through town.

As we headed back towards Highway 95 (the windy section) I couldn’t decide if was
better to be completely ignorant about the headwind or not.I was dreading the next 20 or so miles, and
apparently I was not the only one since, as we made the turn onto 95, the guy
in front of me said “This is the road that leads to hell!”.Okay, glad I’m not alone in my
suffering.Fortunately, I knew that we
just had to reach the turnaround, and I told myself that I could get through 20
miles, even 20 hilly and windy miles, and it helped to see the mile markers
pass, even if they passed slowly!I
focused on how I was feeling and, again, I told myself that the most important
thing was to finish the bike with energy for the run.I also told myself that once we hit the
turnaround, it would be an easy cruise back into town – 20 miles with a
tailwind, mainly downhill, just get to the turnaround.Finally, I told myself to be grateful that,
while I was slow on the bike, I was pretty strong on hills, so that worked in
my favor.My other moment of gratitude
and empathy came when I saw a guy in front of me pull over the first lap, get
off his bike and start rubbing his calf – well, that guy was still pulled over
on the second lap.I saw him on the
second climb, and it made my heart break a little for him.It also reminded me that, as brutal as the
wind felt (or was), I was lucky to be out there.Once
we hit mile 100, I did start to count down the miles – okay, less than 10, less
than 8, less than 5…After a final
climb, we were back in town and cruising to T2 in 7:27:35.

I did get comments that I was smiling - I don't think too many people did.

The run:

While my bike-to-run transition was pitiful too (7 minutes plus some change), it doesn't bother me nearly as much as T1. I did a full-on-change, sacrificing a speedy transition for comfort on the run. In the transition area, I had tried to see where I was time-wise (could I still finish under 14 hours?), but mentally I couldn't do the math. Total brain fail there. So, I told myself to not worry about the swim and bike legs - they were over, I survived them, and now all I had to do was run a marathon. Starting the run, my legs felt pretty good, and it was a boost to see my parents, Michael and family friends as I started the run portion.

The plan going into the run, as crazy as it sounded to me, was to stick to 9-minute miles.Beth
encouraged me to visualize a 4-hour marathon and told me “I really think that
this is possible for you”.Like the bike
portion, I couldn’t think about running 26.2 miles, a feat that I hadn’t
accomplished in almost 18 years, so I focused on getting to certain parts of
the course and being as consistent as I could.

The run course, like the bike, was
beautiful, and I reminded myself of my good fortune to be in a beautiful part of the
world.I worried
about going out too hard or too slow, so I stuck to my plan and tried to nail
those 9-minute miles, even with frequent bathroom breaks thanks to some stomach issues.To be honest, the run at this point is a bit
of a blur – I just told myself to keep moving, a bit like the Little Engine
That Could, and I seemed to keep a steady pace.It didn’t feel fast to me, but at times I had to rein myself in when I saw
an 8 on my Garmin.At the end of mile 6
or so, there is a nice hill that you run up and run down, hit the turn around
and then run back up and down – I had planned to walk it, but I decided that
I’d run as much as I could.So, I did! I had ups and downs during the first lap and probably stopped in the bathroom at least 5 times, but I held that steady pace.Around mile 11, we were heading back into
town, and I totally got a second wind and decided that maybe the rest of the
marathon would be easy.While that was
not the case, I ran through town, saw my parents and Michael and gave them a
big smile, and then headed back out for the final 13.1 miles.

Still smiling at the half-way point.

As I started the second half, I knew that this was where things could really go south, but I wanted to keep moving forward. I told myself to get
to mile 20 - that was my goal once I got through town.The bathroom breaks continued, and I also quit taking in any nutrition/hydration except for cola,
chicken broth, some water, and pretzels.Yep, that was my fueling for the final 14-16 miles, but it worked.Somehow, repeating “turn-o-ver,
turn-o-ver” to myself, counting my steps in groups of ten, and thinking
about the finish line all helped me continue to move forward.I hit the big hill around mile 19 or so, and
while I slowed down going up it this time, I kept pushing forward – up
the hill, down the hill and then only 6 more miles to go!A 10k – how many 10ks have I done?My favorite distance?Yes, I could do this!

I was incredibly happy and thankful during those last
miles, as I counted them down to 5, to 4, and as I did the math – 50 more
minutes, now 40 more minutes – and it bolstered my confidence that I would
finish strong!When I hit the final
miles, I told myself “No more walking!” and I really tried to push it, even
running up the final small hills into town, and then turning onto Sherman Ave –
wow, what an experience!The crowds line
the street and cheer on all the participants – it is just fantastic!In the days leading up to the race, so many people told me to take in
the experience.It’s crazy because so
much of it still seems like a dream, and yet, running those final blocks, I felt as though all of my energy focused on this
one goal – running across the finish line. I saw my parents and Michael again, waved, and then headed towards the finish line, which was amazing. I will say this - an Ironman finish really does make you feel like a champion, no matter what your time is. People are lined up, cheering for you, and it is an incredible moment.

Running towards the finish line

At the finish!

While I just missed my 4-hour marathon, I slipped under the finish line with a run time of4:11:55! I thought that my ‘goal’ time of 13-14
hours was shot after my swim and my bike (and slow transitions), so I'm proud of myself for not dwelling on those times. I just focused on each part of the day as it came to me.This tactic helped me out on the run, when I just kept moving
forward, and I realized at some point on the run that I could actually finish
within my ‘goal’ time.I know that there
is a bigger picture to all of this and that a time, a number, shouldn’t determine the sense of pride, satisfaction and the emotion that one feels when crossing a finish line, but I was damn happy to finish in 13:31:50!

While I experienced plenty of physical discomfort and
much frustration at different times during the day, IMCDA taught me so much – throughout the day, I
found myself humbled and filled with gratitude.Just like the training, race day surprised me
– not because of the course or the conditions, but because of the physical
and emotional pain and joy that people experienced and the fact that pure luck
sometimes comes into play.I don’t know
how to summarize or neatly conclude this experience.So many people say that an Ironman changes you forever, and I have yet to sift through that, but it gave me the chance to work toward a big goal, to push myself, to learn about myself and my limits. Ultimately, it was an amazing experience and, a week later, I'm still grateful that I made it to the finish line on a strong and positive note, and I'm so thankful for the people in my life who supported me and for the many volunteers and spectators on race day who helped make it such a great experience.

Kim - Thanks! I know that goal times are somewhat arbitrary but it was nice to hit the general goal 'area'. As for the mental talk, I knew that it was going to be a long day out there, so I just wanted to be patient about it. But it was a fun experience, as crazy as that sounds!

Wow! I'm so glad I found your blog post! I love your attitude during the race about not worrying when you missed your goal times for your swim and bike! Then you ran a rockin' marathon!

I'm training for Ironman Wisconsin and this was reassuring! I feel that in Ironman so many things can go wrong but it's nice to know that things can go well but not perfectly and you can still hit your major goals!

Alyssa,Thanks for commenting! I think that I kept in mind that it was going to be a long day out there, so I just needed to settle down. Good luck with your training! I've heard that IM Wisconsin is a fantastic experience too!

I love that you're smiling in all your pics :) Fantastic race, Kristina, and your marathon time… boom! Big congrats to you! Also, math during an IM… it's really hard :) I struggled to add it all up during Canada last year, too!

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